There's a willow by the well
Extensions of the wind are the leaves of its shadowing veil

Some say that the well is filled with tears of the weeping
willow 
Which sings a song more soothing that the softest pillow 
Such gentle songs does the willow sing, with every wind
within the air
With every spring, nature brings, a bit freshness to the
pair
The waters from within this well is filled with autumn
splendor 
More cooling than a rainy day when in mid-September 
What secrets does these two share no one can ever tell 
A dearest friend until the end is this willow by the well